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Zhou Yi received the golden decree from the Master of Qingyun Mountain and discarded even his six-rank divine position, thus being without an official title and feeling light and carefree.

As the day of Divine Enthronement drew near, Qingyun Mountain only became busier and more bustling.

Visitors included inheriting disciples of great teachings, greeting each other as fellow disciples, officials from the Imperial Court addressing each other with respect, as well as Loose Cultivators from the Four Seas and thousands of mountains, who came with Superior Spiritual Objects in hand and, after a few drinks, eagerly formed sworn brotherhoods.

Today was a day for feasting, and tomorrow for discussing the Dao, truly carefree and leisurely living.

In their spare time, they would join with fellow cultivators to slay demons and evil spirits, manage the rivers and veins of the mountain, and share the incense and power of wishes.

Hundreds of Demon Sects could not withstand the united attacks and slaughters by the great teachings and had to move their bases, seeking secret places to cultivate in hiding.

After more than two decades, in Dongsheng Divine Continent, there was nobody who did not know the name of Congratulatory Daoist Lord, and they would always refer to each other as brothers.

On this day.

Great Heng Imperial Palace.

All those seated in the azures and crimsons of the court were Divine Transformation Heavenly Monarchs.

On the left were primarily the inherited disciples of the great teachings, while the right was mostly made up of Loose Cultivators and Supreme elders from smaller sects.

Emperor Yuanding sat at the principal seat, smiling and sweeping his gaze across the ministers in the hall. With so many forces joined together, they were powerful enough to sweep across Dongsheng Divine Continent.

At that moment.

The Imperial Censor, Lord An Tian, who was an appointed official, stepped forward and, bowing, said, "Reporting to Your Majesty, the Master of Qingyun Mountain has formed alliances in all directions and occupied seventy-two rivers and veins. I fear this might become a future threat, and I urge Your Majesty to make an early decision!"

Emperor Yuanding said pensively, "What threat lies in accumulating virtues by slaying evil spirits and demons?"

"Such vast territory, and all are Superior Spirit Veins, even richer and more expansive than Great Heng."

Lord An Tian said, "When the Heavenly Court is established, they shall rightfully be conferred as genuine gods, managing the waters and mountains of the world. What shall we do with these territories then?"

Many of the high-ranking individuals in the hall slightly furrowed their brows, not just those on the left, even several of those close to Lord An Tian glared at him.

The incense and wish power derived from these rivers and mountains were not mostly belonging to the Master of Qingyun, but indeed the private property of their clans and disciples, and most of the Wish Power Beads they acquired were also presented as filial piety.

Who in the world would be willing to donate their private property to the public domain?

Emperor Yuanding looked contemplatively at Lord An Tian for a while and asked, "What do you think should be done, my dear courtier?"

Lord An Tian said, "Your Majesty should issue a decree, ordering the Master of Qingyun to reflect behind closed doors, and the rivers and veins he occupies should be managed by the Imperial Court..."

Whoosh!

A commotion erupted among the high-ranking officials in the hall, all looking at Lord An Tian in disbelief. Has his cultivation driven him mad?

The Master of Qingyun was recognized as the foremost disciple among the three teachings, with the inherited disciples of the great teachings calling him a senior disciple, and having formed connections with various powerful figures from the Four Seas and a thousand mountains. If he truly turned against the Imperial Court, perhaps by tomorrow, someone else would sit on the throne of the Heavenly Emperor.

Even if there comes a day when "the birds are all but gone, the bow is put away," that day had not yet come!

"Hmph!"

Emperor Yuanding let out a cold snort, interrupting Lord An Tian's speech.

"You spout dangerous and misleading words, clearly a spy sent by the demonic heretical path. I ask all my loyal ministers to join forces and capture him, to right what has been heard and seen."

Lord An Tian was taken aback for a moment, his eyes turning a fierce red, as he cursed, "Dog Emperor!"

Having said that, he turned into a beam of light, attempting to flee the hall.

At that instant.

An aged figure manifested outside the hall, with flowing white hair, perfectly blocking the escape.

Lord An Tian flung his hand, spreading a vast expanse of Heavenly Thunder, which didn't even lift the corner of the old man's robe. Terrified in his heart, he was about to activate his Life-bound Magic Treasure.

"Stop!"

The old man's mouth held divine authority, and the space around him instantly solidified, making Lord An Tian fall from the escaping light.

A palm on Lord An Tian's head forcibly pulled out his Primordial Spirit, identical to a real person. The art and divine light infused within it illuminated countless scenes from his life.

Gifted and extraordinary, he was accepted into Xuanling Sect from a young age.

Even though he cultivated all the way to the Solidifying Pill stage, he was too eager for advancement, and lacking the foundation, he couldn't survive the Heavenly Tribulation.

A genius turned into a waste, the same sect members who praised Lord An Tian turned to disdain and ridicule, even wanting to expel him from the sect to stop wasting Spiritual Objects.

Lord An Tian saw through the cold and warm tides of the world and was about to descend the mountain to marry and have children, to live and die as a mortal, when the Heavenly Monarch of the Yin-Yang Dao of the Demon Sects discovered him, imparting the Yin Yang Secret Canon.

One of the secret techniques within could devour the essence and spirit of others, repairing the damage to the Dantian.

From then on, Lord An Tian became a covert agent for the Yin-Yang Dao, on one side a cultivator of the Xuanmen Orthodoxy and on the other, passing messages for the Demon Sect.

Until he achieved Divinity Transformation, he still maintained dual identities, an elder of the Yin-Yang Dao and a Supreme elder of the Xuanling Sect.

His speech in the hall today was in collusion with other Demon Heads who achieved Divinity Transformation, attempting to stir up trouble between Emperor Yuanding and Zhou Yi, hoping to muddy the waters for their benefit.

The scenes slowly faded, and the Primordial Spirit was disintegrated to dust.

Emperor Yuanding rose and said, "I pay my respects to the Great Eternal Ancestor!"

Only then did the people in the hall regain their senses, and they hastily bent down to offer their salutations.

The old man nodded slightly, said nothing, and disappeared suddenly, leaving behind only a Heavenly Monarch's corpse at the entrance of the hall.

"Lord An was actually a great Demon Head?"

A shocked Daoist said, "I had hundreds of years of friendship with him, entrusting life and death to each other many times. Thinking back on it now, I was hanging by a thread each time!"

"I am the same; not once did I perceive the true visage of this Demon Head."

Another cultivator felt lingering fear, speculating how many righteous cultivators Lord An Tian had killed, only that he erased the traces so cleanly.

On the other side, the elders of the great teachings did not show much change in expression.

To the great teachings, a Divine Transformation figure like Lord An Tian was no different from a Loose Cultivator, at most just a few acquaintances.

Danxia Zi sat on the left, his status rising with the tide as the leader of the Divine Enthronement. His gaze flickered with doubt. Continue your journey on My Virtual Library Empire

"With cultivation at the Divinity Transformation Realm, one could completely break away from the identity of the Demon Sects. Even if the patriarch of the Yin-Yang Dao pursued assassination, one could evade, so why choose a path of no return?"

"Even if the Great Eternal Ancestor is always watching the Imperial Palace, with his strength, it should not have been so easy to crush Lord An Tian!"

Danxia Zi maintained a calm expression, silently noting the event to inform his master later.